Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
She’s a wonder.
She’s a phenom.
She’s a loving, devoted mother. A public servant that does what she promises.
And somehow, she’s mine.
The girls have had Eloise all to themselves for days, but they still can’t resist jumping off my lap and booking toward her, knocking her backwards when she kneels to catch them in her arms. The scene blurs in front of me, due to the sheer emotional impact of the sight, forcing me to blink the moisture away.
I might be the president, but my family will always be my greatest achievement.
Winning Eloise.
Marrying her in the Rose Garden in a private ceremony, knowing she was already pregnant with my children. The ups and downs of running a country. She’s been at my side through every second of it, giving me strength…and that’s where she’ll always be.
I stand up and make my way forward, my pulse pounding with more insistence the closer to come to my wife. And as usual, she senses me drawing near, her sparkling eyes focusing in on mine, checking in on me. Finding out how I’ve been. More often than not, she recognizes exhaustion or stress or need before I even register what I’m feeling.
Because she’s just that fucking amazing.
Now, she looks at me and tilts her head, pouting a little.
I help my wife to her feet, unable to muffle a moan at the perfect feel of her in my arms. “You need some sleep. I’m going to send the girls up to bed with Martha,” she whispers in my ear, referring to our nanny. “We’ll make another fifteen minutes of rounds, then we bail.” She smiles against my cheek, always aware that people are watching us. “Does that sound good to you, Mr. President?”
Fifteen minutes sounds like eternity when my wife is finally home and I have the option of being alone with her. “I don’t know how I get through the day without you, angel.”
“You’re brilliant, that’s how.” Very subtly, she slips a finger in the waistband of my Santa pants. “Are you going to let me sit on your lap later and tell you what I want for Christmas?”
My cock thickens so swiftly, I nearly reach for it to rub the ache away. “Why don’t you give me a hint right now?” I ask, against my better judgment.
Eloise hums. “Okay, fine, two little hints…” At some point, we’ve started slow dancing with her wrists crossed behind my neck, my hands on her waist, much to the delight of everyone watching, and I wasn’t even aware of it. “One, he’s the love of my life. And two…” she whistles beneath her breath. “Somehow he makes a Santa suit look hot.”
It’s hard to speak, she is so perfectly Eloise. My angel.
Everything I never knew I needed but couldn’t possibly live without now.
And later, when she struts out of the bathroom in nothing but a red thong, white high heels and a candy cane trapped between her teeth, perching her hot ass right in the center of my lap, tossing her hair and winking back at me over her shoulder, I get exactly what I want for Christmas…and every Christmas for the rest of my life.
THE END